Urban Madness

The three people slumped weakly on the ground, their faces pale.

They had known for a long time that if they betrayed the Guangming Pavilion and acted as an undercover agent for the evil faction, there would be such a day, but they would always be unable to withstand the temptation of those conditions, holding a trace of delusion.

"Master Dijiang, we are just confused for a while, please spare us."

The Lord Bai Minguo suddenly propped up and kowtow to Dijiang, hoping to get his forgiveness.

But now Di Jiang was annoyed when he saw these people. He looked at these three people in disgust, and threw them to the ground with a wave of his hand.

"I forgive you, how can the people of this world forgive you, and how can the creatures on this earth forgive you! You almost made a big mistake, and how many innocent creatures will be corrupted? Have you ever thought about it!"

The Lord Bai Minguo kept kowtow on the ground, and the blood was left along the scar on his forehead, covering his entire face.

"My lord, I plead guilty."

Wu Qimin also knelt in front of Dijiang.

"Although my people have the ability to live forever, they need long sleep to maintain the energy in the body. Every time they wake up, they are all right and wrong."

Wuqimin straightened his back and knelt there, neither humble nor overbearing.

"It's even possible that upon waking up, someone else’s house has been built on top of my cave. We have had enough of this kind of days. The conditions for the evil faction are very good. Now I confessed my guilt when I was discovered by you, but I hope you don’t let this. The matter involves my people."

Di Jiang snorted coldly and said to Wuqimin.

"This seat is not the kind of person who makes judgments about right and wrong, and does not distinguish between grievances and grievances. What you do alone is wrong, and this seat will only let you bear it."

With a punch blasted out of Brother Guan's country, the head of the country burst into tears and lay on the ground. Those who were already dead could no longer die.

As for the two immortal people, Wuqimin and the Lord of the Republic of China, Dijiang pressed them into a water prison and was tortured and punished every day.

After dealing with these, Di Jiang had time to send an invitation to Ye Fan.

"Brother Ye Fan, would you like to officially join my Guangming Pavilion?"

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the opportunity to come so suddenly.

"Naturally willing, but..."

"Nothing good, you will be a member of my Guangming Pavilion from today!"

Dijiang smiled and patted Ye Fan on the shoulder, and Ye Fan was made a new disciple of Guangming Pavilion.

At this time, outside of Guangming, in a small forest not far away, a young girl was sweating like rain. The grass man in front of him had already been chopped down by him. He could only vaguely see the words Nan Yu written in ink on the grass man. .

This young girl was the Dragon Queyin who had previously confessed the tragedy. After returning to her room, she did not reflect on her problems, but only felt that Nan Yu seduce Ye Fan.

He hacked the scarecrow desperately, as if to vent all his anger.

Just as he was constantly waving his sword at the extreme, a voice came in his ear.

"You want to kill Nan Yu, right?"

That voice echoed in Longqueyin's ears. His eyes gradually lost focus, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

"As long as the injured Nan Yu, Ye Fan is yours, you can do whatever you want with Ye Fan, even if he doesn't love you, you can keep him by your side."

The voice continued.

"A man with three wives and four concubines is very normal. Why does he only love Nan Yu and not you!"

The voice induced Longqueyin to go crazy step by step. She covered her head and squatted on the ground, calling out painful and unbearable calls in her mouth.

After a long while, Longqueyin's eyes completely lost focus.

A man covered by a black robe appeared in front of him.